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to love is to suffer to suffer is to love so when you reach your hand down my throat and rip my heart from my chest, when you curl your fingers into fists and beat them against my face, when you smile tauntingly and tease and mock and humiliate and manipulate me, when you curl your fingers against the stitches that i restitch every morning, every afternoon, every night, and yank as hard as you can until the blood flows like red peonies against my skin to love is to suffer to suffer is to love i don't mind. it's okay. i don't mind. i don't. because i love you. to love is to love to suffer is to suffer or was it something else? because i can't tell anymore
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Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 12:07 AM UTC
peonies aren't just red, you know
to love is to suffer to suffer is to love so when you reach your hand down my throat and rip my heart from my chest, when you curl your fingers into fists and beat them against my face, when you smile tauntingly and tease and mock and humiliate and manipulate me, when you curl your fingers against the stitches that i restitch every morning, every afternoon, every night, and yank as hard as you can until the blood flows like red peonies against my skin to love is to suffer to suffer is to love i don't mind. it's okay. i don't mind. i don't. because i love you. to love is to love to suffer is to suffer or was it something else? because i can't tell anymore
god, is it so wrong to want something that i know is wrong? it's not going to work like that, i know, but still, my poor heart wants to challenge fate and end up in your arms.
#abuse#love#suffer#pain#blood#forgiveness
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Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 12:07 AM UTC
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